; he must seek the ear of those who make history elsewhere. The Irishman is denied the right of having a history, as he is denied the right of having a country. He must recover both. For him there is

which he shared with very few of his fellow-countrymen. We are told that he sympathized with the spirit of Irish nationality. "A Sta

record of misery and misgovernment was too painful to contemplate." All pleasure lies i

een thus explained why he had abandoned the plan of the graveyard, Victor Hugo lashed the front of England with this very thong. "Irela

ieved. The widow of John Richard Green has laid the foundations of that temple of hope in which th

g made to bribe Ireland and the greater Ireland beyond the seas, to the side of the Elsewhere Empire by what has been aptly termed a "ticket-of-leave" bill, will not suffice. The issue lies in stronger hands. Even could the two Irelands be won by the dole now offered, of a subordinate Parliament in Dublin, its

irs." But the last word came from Lord Morley, the "father of Home Rule." "Give it them," he said, in fr

ing Viceroy, has striven to bury under the dunghill of British supremacy in India, and to hide the very outlines of the ancient body of the set designs of a new purpose. The

etween the imperial conception as nourished in Britain and the growing hope o

ideals and barter the aspiration that six centuries of contact with England have failed t

oice of the Irish patriot was, in truth, a world voice-a summons to every audience wherever men gather in quest of freedom. The prophesy Grattan uttered in the name of Ireland assuredly will be f

nd the Grattan of 1780 becomes

see the time is at hand; the spirit has gone forth, the declaration is planted; and though great men should apostasize, yet the cause will live; and though the public speaker s

nk so tightly, has by that aid reached the sunlight. The British Empire is no northern oak tree. It is a creeping, climbing plant that has fastened on the limbs of others and grown great from a sap not its own. If we seek an analogy for it in the vegetable and not in the animal world we must go to the forests of the tropi

ens. The base of its stem would be unable to bear the weight of the upper growth; it is obliged therefore to support itself on a tree of another species. In this it is not essentially different from other climbing trees and plants, but the way the Matador sets about it is peculiar and produces certainly a disagreeable impression. It springs up close to the tree on which it intends to fix itself, and the wood of its stem grows by spreading itself like a plastic mould over one side of the trunk of its supporter. It then puts forth, from each side, an armlike branch, which grows rapidly, and looks as though a stream of sap were flowing and hardening as it went. This adheres closely to the trunk of the victim, and the two arms meet at the opposite side and blend

fore we are quite strangled. If we would not share the coming darkness we must shake off the murderer's hold, before murderer and victim fall to

come, bronzed, keen, and supple from the tropi

have come under the eagles, nay the vultures, o

brings, finds that his claws are not so sharp as they were, that his belly is much heavier

rom their rich country England set out to lay low every free people that had a country worth invading and who, by reasons of their

and whose ante-room of state led every native prince to the slippery plank. The thing became the most colossal success upon earth. No people were fo

the fates willed otherwise; the time was not yet. He sailed for Alexandria, lured by a dream, instead of for Cork; and the older Imperialists beat the new Imperialists and

days a churchwarden, who carried the plate; on week days a burglar who lifted it. Truly, as Jo

able free peoples have bit the dust and died with plaintive cries to heaven. The wealth of London has increased a thousand

The "secret of Empire" is no longer the sole possession of England. Other peoples are learning to think imperially. The Goths and the Visigoths of modern civilisation are upon the horizon. Action must soon follow thought. London, like Rome, will have strange guests. They will not pay their hotel bill

the forest ar

by the active support and close alliance of the American people. These people are to-day, unhappily republicans and free men, and have no ill-will for Germany and a positive distaste for imperialism. It is not really in their blood. That blood is mainly Irish and German, the blood of men not distinguished in the past for successful piracy and addicted rather to the ways

arb but that of truth, to aid the enemy of both and the arch-disturber of the old world. The jailer of Ireland seeks Irish-American support to keep Ireland in prison; the intriguer against G

nglo-Saxon Alliance" ever consummated it would be the biggest crime in human history. That alliance is meant by the chief party seeking it to be a perpetual threat to the peoples of Europe, nay

truth whose infinite variety detention cannot stale any

nen" in London; the next he lands the "Bloater King" in New York, offering small fish as so

re Bull ever caught in the act, and put from the trade of international opium-dosing to that of picking oakum and the treadmill we

press; the tongue of Shakespeare has infinite uses. He only poached deer-it would poach dreadnoughts. The emanations of Thames sewage are all over the world, and the sewers are running still. The penalty for the pollution of th

t was born of pillage and blood-shed, and has been maintained by both; and it cannot now be secured by a common language any more than a common Bible. The lands called the British

. The people who fought the greatest war in modern history to release slav

of free men into die imperial ally of the great Empire of bought men, and that

is the friendly Union of Germany, America and Ire

een Europe and America

forms in the great designs of Providence the natur

ation of this-the true